The Proof Is In The …

Dryer?

And we're not talking dryer lint this time.

We're talking boots. Yes, boots. Heavy duty (leather) size 13 work boots to be exact. For my friends who are not familiar with American shoe and boot sizes, that's a damn big boot!

It proves that I really am living with morons. It sounds like the house if falling in, thud, thud, thud, as they tumble.

And why, you ask, are those boots in my dryer?

Seems FedEx drivers have an odd way of drying their work boots after a long day of jumping in and out of their trucks making deliveries to houses that haven't yet shoveled their driveways or walkways from yesterday’s snow storms.

And then he wonders why I call him (them) the Wrecking Crew.

I just had a thought … brb … K ... Back. Those boots are rubber soled. That means they may melt in MY dryer! Had to go tell Married Son (a.k.a FedEx) about my thought … and now the thud, thud, thud has stopped. Yay!!

Hopefully he took them out in time so that there are no “skid marks” in my dryer!

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I didn’t go anywhere because of the icy roads. Heck, they cancelled school in over 200 districts today (including ours). No sense going out if the roads are that bad the call off so many districts. And from the news that's on right now, it's looking like there's a chance school may be cancelled tomorrow, too.

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I’m still waiting for my Assurance Wireless (a.k.a. the “government cell phone plan”) to come in. It should be here before Thursday. It’ll be so nice to have a cell phone again. I think I mentioned that a few times already.

I thought it had come in today, there was a smallish box visible in my mailbox (you can see what's in my door-less mailbox from the front window) but it turned out the box was delivered to the wrong address (happens often out here). Some neighbor I’m not familiar with, from QVC … so I left it in the mailbox for the letter carrier to pick up tomorrow and hopefully get it to the right destination this time.

So, why is my mailbox door-less? Little vandals in the area for the past five years have been playing smash the mailbox every time someone puts up a new mailbox. We don’t know who is doing it, but have a few suspects. It gets expensive if you’re replacing mailboxes every few weeks (learned that one the hard way), so now we just leave it alone. They don’t bother with the contents of the mailboxes, I guess even mailbox vandals have some respect for the power of the USPS.

Have I mentioned that I really hate living here anymore? Between falling trees, mailbox vandals, and the fact this is a dying neighborhood (notice I didn’t mention idiot neighbors, LOL), I’ve wanted to move for a while now. And it finally looks like that’ll happen within the next few years. Mom’s still talking about selling this house within two to five years, and I’ve narrowed down where I want to move to about three different areas. It’ll take me two years to figure out which one I really want to move into! LOL.

Of course, there's the apartments in Port Huron, my favorite place, but with lake effect snows and real cold temps in the winter this one will take a lot of thinking! The other two are about a dozen miles north of the town my folks live in. Rural settings pretty much., but not too far from small town civilization.

Thankfully I have time to not only figure out where I want to move (and have a job so I can save the funds to move, lol), but sort through the 16 years of memories (and crap) that living in this house have produced.